morning thoughts II
What do you do when there's nothing left to do in whatever you are doing?
If, for instance, there is nothing to be said in photography that hasn't already been said, then why wake up early mornings and go out in the cold, when there's so much to be done in the warmth of your blanket, so many thoughts of a much more decent temperature to embrace...
But later on I remember that lady photographer who decided to follow up a stranger man wherever he would go just to take his photo, always from a distance.
She acts like a detective, walking strategically behind, hiding behind trees, watching his home. She even follows to another town or country, armed with the photo camera and a small tape recorder.
She and the man never make acquaintance. But she leaves a journal that thoroughly records his activities, and her thoughts.
If, for instance, there is nothing to be said in photography that hasn't already been said, then why wake up early mornings and go out in the cold, when there's so much to be done in the warmth of your blanket, so many thoughts of a much more decent temperature to embrace...
But later on I remember that lady photographer who decided to follow up a stranger man wherever he would go just to take his photo, always from a distance.
She acts like a detective, walking strategically behind, hiding behind trees, watching his home. She even follows to another town or country, armed with the photo camera and a small tape recorder.
She and the man never make acquaintance. But she leaves a journal that thoroughly records his activities, and her thoughts.
On the other hand it is a interesting idea to follow somone and take some pictures with him :D
but not just anybody... not Johny in the parc, Johny in the train station and so on but Antoine in the parc, Francoise smoking, Josephine crying and so on ... if you know what I mean :D
peace and love,
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